” John and I both laugh. “I love you, Court.” He reaches his hand across the table, grabs my wrist and takes my hand into his. “I love you, t...o, John.” I look into his magnificent hazel eyes. John’s facial features are exquisite. “You are probably the sexiest man alive.” “Nah…” John says. “Stop it! You are, don’t lie and say ‘No!’ because you are! You are to me.” I smile to him and wrap my right ankle around his. He smiles, “You’re my sexy little thing.” He gently plays footsie with me. "I've got a better deal for you. Rose wanted me to come get you if you'd come along. We've got a pretty good group collected where we are and there are quite a few more women than men." How many are what you might call unattached?" he asked."I don't know for sure since I've given up trying to keep a head count. Rose would know the exact number, but I'm pretty sure there are at least twenty women who need a man right now." Hell fire, if they all think like these two - share and share alike -. ’ ‘Why are you still here?’ ‘Because I like you, because I want to be, because you deserve someone to be nice to you.’ ‘I see’, she said. ‘Miranda, I promise not to do anything you don’t want me to. You want me to go, just ask and I’m gone. You probably have heard that before, but I really do mean it.’ ‘I’m afraid to let a man near me still,’ she confessed. ‘I can understand that. We can be friends or we can be lovers, the choice is yours. Let’s start with friends and see what happens.’ ‘I’ll. Her heart was fluttering as the magic lead her across the room, and stood her in front of a spare student’s desk. Then, without warning it forced her down onto it. There she was held pinned by the wrists, unable to move. ‘What, what’s going on?’ She pleaded, a quiver to her voice. Erik stood over her, smiling as he stared at Pen’s attempt to struggle. Rationally he was pausing to let her squirm, to let the tension build. But he also did it just to look her over lustfully. Pen had a somewhat.